(laser sounds)
Dave: What's up, man? Jimmy Tamborello.
Jimmy: Hey, what's going on,
bro? Dave: How are you doing?
Jimmy: Nice to meet you.
Dave: Listen, man. We're here
to find your partner, all right?
We need to surround you with talent
so that your weird genius shit
can do its thing, all right?
Think about the Peppers.
You're the Flea, right?
So we need a Kiedis.
We need a shirtless maniac up there
for all the girls to get wet over.
That's how the music industry works.
We comb MySpace, Friendster,
all the sites, all right?
I think we have a good line
on some really good guys.
You ready for this?
Jimmy: Yeah. Dan: Yeah, yeah, you are.
Let's kill it. Got the first guy?
Denny: Hey, my name is Denny Rock.
Um ... Let's, let's hear this.
♫ (instrumental music)
Sounds like a Heaven 17 kind
of vibe you got going there.
I actually have something
that will fit this.
♫ (sings) Rock and roll
Rock and roll
Everybody is talking about rock and roll
It started with The Platters
They're the only band that matters
Then came The Eagles
They were flying high
Then came ... ♫
What are we called?
Dave: Postal Service.
Denny: Postal Service?
I don't like that name.
What if we were called, um, like,
Denny and the Fun Blasters?
Dave: It's not bad. Denny:
That's a pretty good name, right?
Also, (scratching sounds)
I like that, but this
keyboard needs to be smaller.
(scratching noises)
Nate: Hi. Uh, I'm Nate Mendel.
I'm from Seattle, and, uh,
you know, I actually, uh,
used to be on Sub Pop, uh, in a
band called Sunny Day Real Estate.
Dave: Great, yeah. I'm
a RE/MAX guy myself.
Um, so yeah, uh, I
think we both hate bass,
so let's just get this
over with, all right?
Nate: (strums guitar)
Dave: Thank you!
Nate: (strums guitar)
Dave: (claps) Thanks a lot, man!
Thanks. You're done. We'll call you.
Nate: OK. All right. Thanks.
Aimee: Hi. Um, my name is Aimee.
I've been listening to the music,
and I have some ideas.
Um, I sort of see it going in
a more, uh, acoustic direction,
and, um, (strums guitar)
well, I just wanted to hear ...
Um, I'll play four seconds to give
you an idea of what I'm talking about.
(strums guitar)
(sings) ♫ I want so badly to believe
That there is truth and love is real ♫
(strums guitar)
So something like that,
you know what I mean?
Anyway, um, well, thanks
for considering me, and,
and, um, I can't wait to get started.
Dave: She's good. She's
a little covered up.
She could have worn a bikini or something.
(plays flute)
DC: 'Coz, like, what, what
even is music, you know?
Tom: Hi there, guys!
Tom DeLonge from San Diego.
Would you like to hear
something that I wrote?
Dave: Yup, fire it up, man.
Tom: (strums electric guitar)
Kids like energy. They do. I've seen it.
I don't know. I just do it.
I don't want to just bore
you with stuff. It's great.
Most of what I do is really great.
You guys can use me.
Dave: All right, name?
Duff: Duff McKagan.
Dave: That's a weird name. All right.
Um, what's, uh, what's your pedigree, bro?
Duff: Um, my pedigree? I'm sorry?
Dave: Yeah, what bands have you been in?
Duff: Uh, Guns N' Roses?
Dave: (laughs) Nice.
Seriously though.
Duff: Yeah, seriously, Guns N' Roses.
Dave: All right. We all
know Guns N' Roses' men.
It's Axl, Slash, the guy in
the top hat and bucket hat, OK?
That's not ... You're
not in Guns N' Roses.
The Guns N' Roses don't
have a blonde guy, OK?
Duff: Uh, look, I'm not bullshitting you,
and there was actually two
blonde guys in, in the band.
Dave: I could look it up in the Internet.
I got a 28.8 modem, bro.
It won't take long.
Duff: I don't need this
indie fucking shit!
Dave: Really? Duff: Yeah.
Dave: Oh yeah?
Duff: Sub Pop motherfucker!
Moby: My name is Moby.
I'm here for the Postal Band audition.
Things haven't been going
so well for me lately.
I, um, I started this new type of therapy,
and, um, my girlfriend
just broke up with me,
Dave: All right.
We don't need to hear your
life story, Moby. Here we go.
Moby: Sorry.
♫ (techno music)
(loud thud)
(screams)
Mother (inaudible)!!!
Son of a (inaudible)!!!
(inaudible) you, (inaudible)!!!!
(inaudible) you!!! (inaudible) you!!!
(screams)
(punching sounds)
(inaudible)
Son of a (inaudible)!!!!
(crashing sound) (screams)
♫ (techno music)
(breathes heavily)
Dave: Name?
Marc: My name's Marc.
Dave: Marc? All right, show
us what you've got, bro.
(clears throat)
Marc: What do you need, man?
(strums electric guitar)
A little of that?
(strums electric guitar)
All that was on purpose. What's your name?
Jimmy: Jimmy. Marc: Jimmy?
It's your band? Jimmy: Yeah.
Marc: What do you play?
Jimmy: It's computer music.
Marc: Computer music? What,
like (strums electric guitar)?
You like that? (strums electric guitar)
(laughs) He likes that. That's hilarious.
(strums electric guitar)
(yells) Why are you wasting my time?
Dave: Name?
Weird Al: Al.
Dave: All right, Al,
let's see what you got.
Weird Al: (clears throat)
(plays accordion)
(sings) ♫ I've got a
cupboard with cans of food
Filtered water and pictures of you
And I'm not coming out
until this is all over ♫
(accordion music)
(sings) ♫ And I'm
looking through the glass
Where the light bends around the cracks
And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
Pretending the echoes belong to someone
(accordion music)
♫ Someone I used to know
(accordion music)
♫ And we become
(accordion music)
♫ Silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Bye, bye, bye, bye
(accordion music)
Bye, bye, bye, bye ♫
(accordion music)
Dave: All right.
What do you think?
Maybe next time, Al.
Weird Al: Is, is there
going to be a next time?
Dave: No. Al: OK.
Page: I'm Page from Helmet.
Dave: All right, let's
see what you got, man.
♫ (electronic music)
(strums electric guitar)
Dave: Hey. Ben: Hey.
Dave: Name?
Ben: Ben Gibbard of,
uh, Death Cab for Cutie.
Dave: It's not on my radar,
but, uh, let's see what you do.
♫ (instrumental music)
Ben: (sings) ♫ Smeared black ink
Your palms are sweaty
And I'm barely listening
Where I am
(electronic music)
Where I am
(electronic music)
Dave: That's crap, right?
Jimmy: I liked it.
Dave: Really? You're sure?
Dave: OK. Well, you're not my
taste, man, but Jimmy likes you,
so, uh, you're in the Postal Service.
Welcome.
Ben: Thank you. Thanks a lot, you guys.
♫ (lyrics) Where I am ♫
Dave: Are you sure you don't want
to go with the accordion guy, man?
He rocked.